Hey Guys. This is the new story I was talking about. Hope y'all enjoy!

"Hey, Cas, you're going to scare him away if you keep staring like that," My best friend, Emma, said as she waved her hand over my face.

"Sorry, I can't help he's cute," I said, trying to defend myself. I was staring at Dean Winchester, the Hottest, and most popular guy, in the school. He had short blonde hair, and the greenest eyes you could possibly imagine. You could say I have a crush on the guy, but you would be understating. I was head over heels for him, and he didn't know I existed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I suggest walking and staring before we're late to class." She giggled alittle at the look on my face.

"Crap. Let's go." We speed walked as we went to our first class of the day, History. It was one of my favorite classes. One reason, I'm a huge reader, and to me History is like one long story that was true. Another reason is that Dean sits right in front of me.

I was so focused to get to history class, I ran into someone. I didn't even looked to see who it was I bumped into. I knelt down to pick up my stuff.

"Sorry about that." I said as I was looking for my glasses. The other person handed me them and I put them on. I blanked for a second. Dean. I ran into Dean Winchester.

"No problem. It was just as much my fault as yours." He smiled a little. Shit, that smile. I stayed cool.

"I guess you're right." I smiled back.

"I don't think I've seen you around much, but you're Castiel, right?" He remembered my name. I freaked out a little inside before answering back.

"Yeah, but you can call me Cas. Everyone does."

"Cool. I gotta go to class."

"Same."

"See ya there, Cas."

"Yeah, see ya." I walked as fast as I could to get to class. It didn't take long. I know I was late to be early, but I didn't care. I had a conversation with Dean.

I met up with Emma in the classroom.

"What took you so long?"

"I ran into Dean."

"What? What do you mean you ran into Dean?"

"As in, I actually ran into Dean trying to catch up to you. He helped me with my things, and he actually remembered my name."

"OMG! Girl that is-" she was cut off by the teacher. Dean came in right before the bell rung and sat down.

Class was good. We talked about the Roman empire. We did some independent class work, but before class let out, she said one more thing.

"Have a good day class. And Ms. Novak and Mr. Winchester, please see me after class." My thoughts went everywhere. Were we in trouble? I don't remember doing anything wrong. What if it's something that my dad has to get in. That would be even worse. What if it's something good.

When the bell rang, Dean and I went up to Mrs. Mills, the history teacher.

"You wanted to speak to us, Mrs. Mills?"